The children sidled away from the unequal contest and mingled with
the crowd. Their feelings were too deep for words--till at last
Robert said--

'That stiff-starched PIG!'

'And after all our trouble! I'm hoarse with gassing to that
trousered lady in India.'

'The pig-lady's very, very nasty,' said Jane.

It was Anthea who said, in a hurried undertone, 'She isn't very
nice, and Miss Peasmarsh is pretty and nice too. Who's got a
pencil?'

it was a long crawl, under three stalls, but Anthea did it. A
large piece of pale blue paper lay among the rubbish in the corner.

She folded it to a square and wrote upon it, licking the pencil at
every word to make it mark quite blackly: 'All these Indian things
are for pretty, nice Miss Peasmarsh's stall.' She thought of
adding, 'There is nothing for Mrs Biddle;' but she saw that this
might lead to suspicion, so she wrote hastily: 'From an unknown
donna,' and crept back among the boards and trestles to join the
others.

So that when Mrs Biddle appealed to the bazaar committee, and the
corner of the stall was lifted and shifted, so that stout clergymen
and heavy ladies could get to the corner without creeping under
stalls, the blue paper was discovered, and all the splendid,